Page 53 of Endless Anger (Monsters Within #1)

“Yeah? That feel good, pup?”

She nods frantically, so I keep going, arcing my hips in a slow, steady pace.

“This is so…” She breaks off on a staggered moan when I bend down, covering her tit with my mouth. I flatten my tongue and then swirl it around, pulling the peak between my lips and tugging gently.

“So what?” I urge.

Her nostrils flare, and her chest heaves. She meets my gaze through those long, thick lashes, and I suck harder, watching her eyes darken with lust.

“ Hot ,” she replies, tangling her fingers in my hair.

“Pull it,” I encourage, laving around her nipple, admiring how taut it gets before moving to the other one. I can feel her heartbeat in my chest, and I feel like I’m losing my mind in the best way possible.

“Won’t that hurt?”

“God, I hope so.”

My hips snap to hers again, more forcefully this time, and a stinging sensation ripples across my scalp as she clenches my roots, morphing into pleasure as it rains down my back.

She seems to relax the more I move in and out, and eventually one of her hands leaves my head, snaking between us to toy with her clit.

I let go of her thigh, grabbing the curve of her waist with both hands and changing the angle, my jaw locked so tight to keep from coming that I’m starting to see stars.

Or maybe that’s from her and how fucking incredible this feels. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and the bed creaks with my motions, knocking into the wall.

If I were a good RA, maybe I’d give a shit that we’re disturbing the rest of the floor, but I’m not a good RA, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than this very moment.

After this, I can die happy. Or happier at least.

The ever-present rage that exists within me seems…sated almost. Distracted, perhaps.

Whatever it is, I know I’ll be chasing the high forever.

“Oh my God, Asher. You’re getting so deep .”

“Goddamn, Luce, don’t say shit like that.”

“Why?” Her eyes sparkle, a moan falling from her lips. “Does it make you want to come?”

Each word is shoved out as I keep fucking her, relying on the intrinsic range of motion. I keep watch for any signs of her not liking a certain stroke, but she seems to be enjoying the ride, so I just pick up the pace, lengthening each plunge in and dragging my cock up on the withdrawal.

My vision starts to blur at the edges, that telltale sign of impending climax inching its way up my spine.

“I’m close,” I warn .

“ Good .”

“Fuck, I wanted to last longer.” My voice is strained, desperate, pleading. “I need to come.”

Her chin dips, and she grins. “Do it then.”

“I didn’t—I don’t have a condom, pup.”

“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, continuing to rub herself, and I feel her tighten around me. It’s a smaller vibration than before, but it’s there nonetheless, and she leans into it, clamping around me so tight that I almost pass out.

I flatten my palm between her breasts, pinning her firmly to the mattress, driving into her with fast, brutal strokes. They steal the air from both our lungs, and she moans, her fingers moving quicker, until the levee barring her second orgasm bursts, and she comes all over me.

Again.

Goddamn, I will never get tired of this.

Clenching my jaw, I yank out of her at the very last second, grabbing my dick as euphoria begins pulsing through my veins like liquid honey.

Pumping myself in short, furious jerks, I let out a tortured groan and watch with heavy fascination as cum spurts from my tip, coating her pussy and belly with sticky, white fluid.

“Jesus Christ ,” I pant, my dick softening in my palm. “Fucking hell, Lucy. Your pussy is divine .”

Lucy giggles, scrubbing her palms over her sweaty face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I can’t stop a smile from spreading, my mouth stretching so wide it’s a little painful. “First time for everything.”

“You didn’t…” She peeks at me through her fingers. “ You know . Come in me.”

Getting up from the bed, I walk over to my desk and grab a pack of wet wipes, taking two before returning to her side. Shuffling her knees apart, I press the cloth against her abused pussy, cleaning the small streak of blood on one leg that’s mixed in with everything else .

She winces, letting her head fall back on the comforter.

“I didn’t know you were so keen on being a young mom,” I tell her, tossing the wipe into the trash.

Her eyes lift. “Huh?”

“Well.” I flop down on the mattress, rolling to face her.

“I know how shit you are at remembering to take your pills. On the pill for you means you probably have a half-used pack in your bag. I come in you, and in a few months, your dad is chasing me through the woods with a bow and arrow, wondering why I fucked up his baby girl’s life so early. ”

Lucy snorts. “He wouldn’t chase you with a…

No, you’re probably right.” Sighing, she scoots closer, and I grab her leg, bringing it over my waist, needing her warmth to remind myself that what just happened wasn’t my imagination.

“I remember you being strictly anti-kid though. Has that, um, changed at all?”

I push some of the dyed-red hair behind her ear, pinning it back with the black strands. “I don’t want them anytime soon. Got shit to do, you know?”

Her shit, mostly. I want Lucy to have the most incredible life before anything like that happens.

I’ll probably make an awful dad, but Lucy? She’d be the most incredible mom.

One day, if that’s what she wants, I’ll make her one.

Only me.

Blinking, I push those thoughts away, because we haven’t even talked about anything real, and here I am planning our fucking future together. In my mind, the horizon before us is set in stone, but she could be on another planet entirely.

The fact that she came to me and we fucked isn’t really enough of an indication. Maybe she just wanted to get off and still hates my guts for what I did.

I wouldn’t blame her. I haven’t even apologized.

Yawning, Lucy snuggles closer to me, pushing her forehead beneath my chin. I trace the line of her jaw, watching Keats finally come out from under the bed and head for his food bowl in the corner of the room.

“Hey,” I tell her when her eyes close, tapping her cheek. “Don’t go to sleep. We need to go shower or pee or something. And talk.”

She shakes her head. “No thanks. I’m comfy. And sleepy.”

God, she’s cute. It seems wrong to let it go, but she feels so good beside me that I can’t find it in me to object. Not yet anyway.

“Okay,” I say, closing my eyes too as exhaustion makes itself known in my body. I wrap an arm around her waist, fitting her more firmly against me. “Just a few minutes though.”

And it’s the last thing I say to her before slumber takes over.